A Tribute to All the Little Boys of Mexico

In every town we stop in the plaza in front of the church and take a little break. And here come the little boys, on bike or with tops to play with.

They tell us what we need to know.
They take us where we need to go.

Yesterday, in the tiny town of Bavicora, we had an escort of a dozen boys, all on their bicycles. We were looking for a place to stay, and there was no hotel, no rooms for rent, nothing. But the huge cloud of boys took us from one end of the town to the other, until they found the Evangelical Free Church pastor Nehemias Ortega who ever so graciously put us up in the church bunkhouse. And the boys escorted us there...

Today, Ron needed to make a call in a town with no public phone. But the boys knew what to do, and took us to just the right place where an incredibly gracious woman opened up shop during siesta and let him make the call.

To all the boys of Mexico: Thank You!

We have been going so fast that we are just 1 or two days from Creel (Copper Canyon). We might arrive there tomorrow.